[Crowley returns the kiss, and the feeling with it. This isn't about sex or one-upping Felix or any of his usual little games. The dread is still a stone in the pit of his stomach, weighing him down; a constant reminder that if anything should happen, it would be his fault. He crossed the line, spoke out loud what they've had a silent agreement on to never speak.
No going back now.
He doesn't say anything. Words would just seem...futile at this point. He does wrap his arms around Felix, though, pulling him in closer, one hand moving to soothe though his hair. He's not great at comfort, he'll admit it, but he's not opposed to trying, when it really matters. ]
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No going back now.
He doesn't say anything. Words would just seem...futile at this point. He does wrap his arms around Felix, though, pulling him in closer, one hand moving to soothe though his hair. He's not great at comfort, he'll admit it, but he's not opposed to trying, when it really matters. ]